Getting Over Love Lost- Philip of the Past

     Nothing is worse than finding your partner interested in someone else  person except for finding them in bed with another.  It happened to me.  It was about thirty years ago and we were in the early start of a college relationship when I just dropped by his apartment …the door open so I walked in.  Literally- to him in the sack with some girl who wouldn’t come out from under the blankets.  He jumped up and his skinny naked ass tried to follow me out the door as I fled.  I only remember the incredible beating of my own heart.  He was going off to grad school and I ignored his calls for the next few weeks.  I never spoke to him again, ripped up his letters and actually sent them in sheds back to his grad dorm in Chicago.  I was crushed, doing what most people do – cried and played songs that made me cry more.  I  wrote poetry ’’You’re the band aid seeped in the blood of a scab, stuck on my flesh, should I rip you off or let you peel away with time?”

     It got better, obviously, and I gave up on the poetry thing.  It was some twenty years later and guess what happened?  He finds me on Facebook.  I see his name in the message.  It summoned up the word asshole.  Yes, I hated his name.  If I met you and your name was Philip, you were doomed.  I was always thankful it was not a common name. His opening words were a combination of how I had not changed a bit in all those years and his wife was aware he was writing to me.  He wanted to apologize!  He wrote:

Is My Lover Satan in Disquise and is that a Tail I see...?

     Love, a deep emotion, should not be blind.  But it is for some.  If there is anything I know it’s that you can’t convince a person in loves rapture that their other half is an asshole.  The drunk, criminal, con-artist and cheaters best ally is his or her lover. They have someone to borrow money from, a dependable booty call and a perpetual flow of energy in their life to assist them in working out all their issues.  And there is girlfriend Briana calling me at 7 am to get my advice on her newest love - who she sweats is the real thing because he's not returning her phone calls and numerous texts. 
     "Briana...friend... the guy was dis-barred- he has lost his license to practice law... don't  you think there is something odd about that..?"
     She defends him.  "Well, I already told you that he only got the DWI because his ex called the police after he left ..you know it was a set up."
     "What about the other charge...you know the one about giving alcohol to minors?" 
     She has another defense. I tell her she should be his attorney!  I know nothing and I mean nothing can sway her opinion and the rosy colored glasses she's wearing aren't coming off.  She's on drugs - those produced by her brain.  Toxic love juice.  Something about this cazzo di cavalo is working magic on her.  By the way that means horses ass. 
     She is far from alone. Have you ever wondered why seemingly good women fall for prison inmates? My neighbor moved to the boonies to be closer to her jailed love!  Are you sitting these and thinking to yourself ‘never me!’ or are you that person who has done it?

     I’m not going to tell you why you’ve done it- that requires  a long discussion.  But sometimes we fall in love with love and see what we think is potential- not reality.  Here are the warning signs that your love might be the wrong person.  Here are some tips: